There’s something about this time of year. Even I, a well-known spring dis-liker, can admit to that. Maybe it’s the fact that we can see the sky again, maybe it’s that all the birds are out and singing, or that EVERYTHING is in bloom. But something about this time of year is romantic.
That’s right, I’m a closet romantic. Don’t tell anyone! I’m still working on letting that characteristic show. The funny thing is, I think I’m the only one remotely buying into the charade.
I’m writing this while in a hammock listening to Frank Sinatra. Yeah, the secret’s out.
God’s a romantic too, so I guess it’s all right. All good things are gifts from above, all of them. As soon as I fully embrace that romance isn’t a weakness, but is something good and a gift from God, who knows what will happen. I’m already wearing dresses more than I am accustomed to.
